The Faded Road

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The Faded Road

The bell rang at dawn. Not the gentle chime of a morning service, but the harsh, metallic shriek of the industrial alarm. It tore through the silence of the dormitory. It tore through my sleep. It tore through the fragile membrane of my youth. I sat up. The sheets were cold. They were slick with the sweat of a dream I could not recall. I was a guard. I was a vessel of order. I was twenty-three...

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